from now on i can be found saying moronic things at this xanga  http://xanga.com/thelastpictureshow

or on myspace with the same designation.  also, if you are in college, you can be my friend on the facebook.  cause thats what the cool people do.

bye

i think i just wrote a really bad poem, not bad as in it sucks, i mean there isnt much going for it other than metaphore, but like charles bukowski bad and sense i feel both guilty and giddy for writing it, here it is

A poem for the lady tending my garden

When I first knew her,

I mean, knew her

It was magic, we were magic

It was music, we made music

Together, never apart

Me the man, in the tuxedo

Sat not upright on the bench

No!

hunched over

face contorting

hair dripping

hands falling down

making melody

and harmony

and dissonance

and resonance

and she the piano

never proper

shooting from low

to high

to the middle

and louder

louder!

Louder!!

As clatter and scatter

Make sense and senseless

Fingers go numb

Mallets hit strings

Hit air

Shake and scream

Harder

Harder!

Harder!!

Hands shake

Keys rattle

Soundboard breaks

And still

Hunched over

Pounding away with

My fists

Chords, chords

That should never be heard

Hammers hitting strings

That should never be reached

Splinters shooting in

Blood pouring out

Until strings snap

Into wires

And wires run through

Broken wood like

Little worms…

She’s only hurting herself!

Stop

And breathe

Music fades out into a cold cold world

Black blood crusts onto hairs

And dead dead ivory

She was always such a bitch

at the risk of comming across as pretentious:

alliteration and assonance

so im using the internet again, three cheers for the internet

and haiku trains, like this one, that only satisfies the syllable requirement for haiku,

i went to florida,

saw a shark in the water,

but it did not bite

some kid got bitten

seven miles away by a

much different shark

so then i counted

blessings that i could call mine

i came up with two

i soon forgot what

they were exactly, but at

least i counted them

and am left with the

number two to justify

my full existence

so, that's a shot to

the old ego unless i

say its out of three